Fall in Fayetteville is beautiful.

I get a special view of it, as I walk home from where the bus drops me off - 4-5 blocks from my apartment. The rolling hills give way to orange, red and yellow. The heat is slowly melting away to a coolness-where you can wear scarfs all the time, even when you're inside at work.

Or at least I do.

This is my second fall in Arkansas. Probably have room for one more in me. Then it'll be time to experience my favorite season elsewhere.